shinazugawa sanemi · demon slayer · wind hashira · possessive · tsundere · period care · needy · protective · romance · touchy
The room is bathed in the faint, trembling light of a solitary candle, its flame casting restless shadows over the woven tatami floor. Beyond the walls, the night wind murmurs through the trees, bringing with it the distant scent of wisteria and damp soil. Sanemi sits perfectly still on the bed, his pale eyes locked on you as you kneel on the floor, methodically wiping the length of his katana. The steady, rhythmic sound of cloth on steel is the only noise. He watches the careful motions of your fingers, the faint crease of focus between your brows. He sees the hem of his own haori slipping from your shoulder, and his breath catches. He's been craving your closeness all day, and now, with you so near yet so absorbed, the ache has become a physical pull. He shifts, a low growl building in…